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She wanted control. Hell, he wanted it, too.
It wasn’t on the agenda right then.
Aaron pulled out of her and moved down her body, reacquainting himself with her. He palmed her breasts, kissing her nipples gently, and then harder when she laced her fingers through his hair and moaned. She’d been responsive before, not shy about telling him what she wanted, but seemed even more so now. He grinned against her skin. “Sensitive, aren’t they?”
“You have no idea.” She arched her back, offering her breasts to him again. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t stop. He lavished her breasts with attention until she was writhing beneath him and cursing and praising his name in equal measures. Then and only then did Aaron move down her body to settle between her thighs. He was too wound up to keep teasing her, and the sight of her wet and wanting overwhelmed him. He fucked her with his tongue, stopping only when he had to hold her hips down, and then he shifted to suck her clit, working her with his lips and tongue. Her cries only spurred him on, making him as crazy as he was determined to make her.
Her breathless little laugh when she came did things to his chest that he didn’t know how to deal with.
Becka tugged on his shoulders. “Come here.”
He crawled up her body, but she was already turning, going up on her hands and knees. The picture she presented, the muscles lining her spine drawing his gaze down to her biteable ass... “Fuck, minx. The things you do to me.” He nudged her legs wider and guided his cock into her. Becka immediately dropped her chest to the mattress, the new angle drawing a curse from his lips. She didn’t just feel good. She felt like fucking heaven. He smoothed a hand up her spine and braced it against the mattress next to her head.
And then he started to move.
It had been fast and hard in the bathroom, but Aaron was determined to hold himself in check this time. He noted every catch of her breath, every moan, every time she pushed back to take him deeper. He gave her everything, focusing everything he had on coaxing another of those addicting giggles from her lips.
Lightning shot down his spine, but he fought it back, fought to hold out as long as he could. “Touch yourself. You promised to come around my cock. I want to feel it again.”
She snaked a hand under her stomach. He knew the exact moment her fingers made contact with her clit. She gasped and clenched around him, and it was everything he could do not to release then and there. So good. There were so many things wrong with this situation, but this wasn’t one of them. Every move she made was perfection, her body flowing in direct counterpoint with his, heightening his pleasure until he could barely breathe past it.
He wanted this to last forever.
He was afraid it might kill him if it did.
Aaron clenched her hips tighter and drove into her harder. She met him stroke for stroke, and then her entire body went tight and tense and that goddamn giggle slipped free. I could spend the rest of my life pursuing that fucking sound. He’d thought it before, but it never seemed realer than in this moment. His strokes became more frenzied, the need to imprint himself over every part of her taking him to the edge and beyond. Aaron cursed as he came, the pleasure going on and on until he slumped onto the bed next to her.
“Feel better?” Becka rolled to face him. Her hair was tangled on one side, and she had a sleepy smile on her face. The fact she was in his bed didn’t escape him in the least. It could be like this if we got out of each other’s way long enough to give it a chance. That was the problem, though. He didn’t know if it was possible to create a lasting peace. He didn’t know nearly enough about a lot of things when it came to Becka.
Belatedly, he realized she’d asked him a question. He propped his head on his hand. “What?”
Some of the sleepiness disappeared from her eyes. “Did the sex distract you from your worrying long enough to make you feel better?”
Was that all this was? No. He couldn’t believe that. He wouldn’t. Aaron reached out and tucked a strand of her brilliant blue hair behind her ear. “I could think of worse ways to relax.”
“Me, too.” She closed her eyes, almost seeming to lean into his touch. “God, I would kill for some pancakes right now.”
“Pancakes,” he repeated. He glanced at the clock. “It’s after ten.”
“I know. I shouldn’t.”
This was his chance to extend their connection past a couple of shared orgasms. He forced himself to drop his hand, to not cage her in even that tiny way. “I think I have the stuff to put together some if you’re in the mood.”
